Note 21 — DANTE.[1]
F. J. (Frederick John) Church translation
Florence, confined within that ancient wall, Whence still the chimes at noon and evening sound, Was sober, modest, and at peace with all. Myself have seen Bellincion Berti pace The street in leathern belt; his lady come Forth from her toilet with unpainted face. **** Oh happy wives! each soon to lay her head In her own tomb; and no one yet compelled To weep deserted in a lonely bed. **** To such pure life of beauty and repose— Such faithful citizens—such happy men— The virgin gave me, when my mother's throes Forced her with cries to call on Mary's name.—Wright.